Welcome to LUX-interview, second shift

Kaiden was getting rather comfortable on the sofa, as he seemed to lean back against the pillowed seat of the couch while waiting for the interviewer to arrive. In his head he was replaying a song and thinking idly about a few things, mostly his new apartment he will be living in.

Suddenly however, a certain warm object was placed directly -on his head- as he immediately seemed to roll off the couch in a soldier like manner. A reflex action that resulted in him landing on his knees in front of the couch and rather quickly drawing his SP32d gun, which was cocked and ready to blow Zala away.

The sights of the gun were locked onto him for a few good moments, before Kaiden began to lower it and try to understand what actually happened. "Are you out of your mind? I could have incapacitated you!" He said, asking the interviewer a question, looking at him and his cups of hot chocolate.

Zala let out a weak sigh, clearly not even really caring about the gun that was pointed at him, and walked around the couch to place Kaiden's cup on the table.

"Yare yare, sadly I must say sir R'vani that you're not the first of the security to take such sudden hostile actions toward me. And only because you hear a sound behind you or something touches you. I'm actually starting to have doubts on the accepting criteria on this ship."

Zala let out a weak, bit sad smile with his talking, and sat down to the warm seat Kaiden had just left for him. Had to still punish him for taking out a gun in a place lie this, he thought. With another deep sigh, Zala took a sip out of his cup.

"But nothing we can change on short-term here, now is there? Please, sit down. And drink your chocolate if you like while it's still hot."

I am the "who" when you call "who's there?"I am the wind blowing through your hair.. Zalakar

Kaiden looked at him strangely, as he then narrowed his eyes. He had no respect towards him, and he could feel it, the mocking coming from his tone and words. If it wasn't for the fact he was responsible for his interview, he would have told him what he thought of his strange ways and patronizing behavior.

Actually, I don't care. He thought, as he placed his sonic weapon back into its sheath and faced him directly. He himself had some Psychological training back on Henta, since he has dealt with a few murder cases in his time, which definitely gave him a sharp edge against his new "opponent".

"There is a reason for that. I have dealt with cases that would make most people gag or hide in the corner of their mind, in my time on Henta. I have seen it all, and your little display of a superiority complex does not impress me." He said, as his eyes narrowed swiftly, but his tail did not swish from side to side.

"Now let's be professionals about this, 'sir'." He finished, mocking him back as he took a seat on the other sofa with a rather serious look on his face. He seemed rather annoyed that he had to go and tell the man off, since he expected the whole interview to be much less of a stand-off and more of a friendly chat.

"So have dozens of other seen something like that. Lived through that. And most others don't really act on trigger finger like you do, sadly."

At this point, Zala touched slightly the metallic side of his face absent-mindedly. For a few moments, his eyes seemed to gaze far away over the ship and into emptiness, but that lasted only for a moment. Then he straightened up and turned his gaze back to R'vani."But as you wish, let us keep personal judgement bit further away form this session."

Zala's voice was calm, but still you could hear the apologizing tone from it. He had not meant to sound superior in his previous statement, just feeling bad on thinking how many other people on this ship were as triggered as R'vani here was.

"So, if I may ask, please tell me sir R'vani: How did you find out about this project, and what might have guided your thought of joining this long expedition?"

I am the "who" when you call "who's there?"I am the wind blowing through your hair.. Zalakar

Kaiden still narrowed his eyes a little, as he answered the strange Psychologist, while straightening out his shirt a little. "I have heard about it on the news, and I decided to have a closer look. It turned out you people needed more security officers, and the pay was more than adequate, so I decided to join the cause." He said, as he stated his basic reasons for joining.

"I also needed a break from my homeland." He added, but he did not give much of a detail about that, preferring to keep the reason a secret. He didn't seem nervous, as he just sat there answering questions and leaning back slightly.

Zala's expression lightened up a bit while he opened his holo-notebook from his arm and immediately started writing things down.

"Ah, that is understandable. I also felt that I needed to leave my home at some point to learn more abut life. Hopefully your break turns out to be a good one."

Few more notes on the subject, and Zala lowered his giant arm down to his lap. He nodded affirmingly to himself, and gave out a nice, warm and happy smile to R'vani.It was time for him to make a comeback from this slightly awkward situation they had got themselves into.

"Though, I'm sure you can enjoy this expedition like it is."

I am the "who" when you call "who's there?"I am the wind blowing through your hair.. Zalakar

Kaiden nodded a little, his face still slightly tensed up from annoyance, as he gave out a calmer answer.

"The voyage so far is doing alright, so far I only managed to move into my new cabin. That's... about it." He said, giving out a small sigh, which suggested that there might have been some sort of issue to do with that.

"Other than that, the ship looks clean, well organized and the people seem... friendly enough." He said, chuckling a little to himself.

"Aa-a, we truly are very similar. Truth to be told, I've been working in this office from start of the journey in three shifts, just barely getting enough time to sleep and eat so that I can actually enjoy the food."

Zala gave out a shrug as he spoke. It was weak, almost feeble shrug, like saying 'well, can't help it anymore, can I?'.

Another sip from his cup, a long enjoyable gulp and sigh of joy, followed by next wave of questions.

"If I may ask, when you say 'friendly', are you referring to all other passengers in general, or is there someone special you think about with that statement?"

I am the "who" when you call "who's there?"I am the wind blowing through your hair.. Zalakar